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Just got this email from Weird US.. thought I'd pass on. Long email, most under lj-cut.

so if you're trick or treating in Shelton or Trumbull - be very vert careful... :p

By Joseph Citro
It's true, there are secret populations hidden all around this great country of ours. Small clusters of highly unusual people are routinely overlooked by the census takers and deliberately ignored by politicians simply because they don't vote. All seem to live by a simple, perhaps understandable, code: avoid people.

Weird U.S. does an excellent job of keeping track of these hidden enclaves of humanity's outcasts. Mark Sceurman and Mark Moran have reported on such human enigmas as the mysterious Jackson Whites, reclusive tribes of militant albinos, the diminutive residents of many Midgetvilles, lost colonies of Melungeons, and––for the purposes of this section, Ohio's hideous Melon Heads.

I had always dismissed the Melon Heads as a non-New England phenomenon, so you
can imagine my surprise when I saw a letter from “Millie” in Weird U.S. (pg. 61) stating that there are Melon Heads living here!

I decided to investigate. It seems the Yankee variation of the Melon Head is the Melon-head. In 1991, Marie Guglielmo, a staff writer for The Bridgeport Post (now The Connecticut Post), collected reports regarding these bulbous-headed beings.

Apparently New England Melonheads reside only in Connecticut, mostly in Fairfield County. Their covert presence even takes Nutmeg Natives by surprise. In 1960, while conducting a class, a high school teacher from Monroe said something that provoked one of his students incredulously to exclaim, "You don't know about the Melonheads!"

He didn't. And he was a history teacher. After a quick role reversal the situation was speedily corrected.

Birth of the Melonheads
There are essentially two accounts that explain the Melonheads’ origins. Either that,or two separate populations grew up synchronously.
One version holds that it all began around 1860. Apparently at that time a high-security mental institution was situated deep in the woods of Fairfield County, far removed from vulnerable homes and businesses. It exclusively housed the criminally insane.

A century later, in the fall of 1960, the place burned to the ground. Strangely, all staff members perished in the conflagration, as did most of the inmates. However, about 10 to 20 inmate bodies were never recovered. An all out manhunt did no good; it was as if they had vanished entirely.

Some theorize the fire and escape were deliberate and well-planned. The fugitives hid in the woods, successfully surviving an especially grueling winter... until their food ran out. Rather than return to civilization and incarceration, inspiration hit. As their number began to diminish from malnutrition and exposure, they embraced a landlocked version of “The Custom of the Sea”: they turned to cannibalism .Supposedly this modified diet––perhaps exacerbated by indiscriminate inbreeding–
–sparked a metabolic chemical reaction. Their craniums began to swell. And so did their appetite for human flesh.

That's one version. The alternate explanation lays the whole thing on the intolerance of our Puritan forefathers (and mothers).

During Colonial times a family from the Shelton-Trumbull area was accused of witchcraft and banished from civilization. Townspeople were forbidden contact with the ostracized group. Apparently the expelled assemblage was large enough so that brothers and sisters were able to begin repopulation efforts in the wild. In time, mental and physical mutations became obvious. The undesirable outcasts evolved into Melonheads.

Those who have seen them say they are small in stature, frail looking, with long spindly arms and fingers. Their teeth are crooked, blocky, and discolored. Their most conspicuous feature, their heads, are bald and bulbous and out of proportion with their stooped torsos. Some observers say their eyes are red.

Melonheads have no agriculture. Rather, they survive in the woods by foraging near ponds and brooks, dining on whatever they catch––fish, frogs, bugs, moles, or roadkill. That is, between their occasional human flesh feasts.

Local legend holds that people sightseeing, biking, or hiking in the vicinity of any Melon- head habitat are likely to vanish, never to be seen again. Bikes, backpacks, and cars may be recovered, but never the people.

Did these vanished outdoorsfolk encounter the vastly mutated grandchildren or great-grandchildren of the original Melonheads? Were they initiated into the Melonhead society? Turned into Melonheads themselves? Or was their fate a little less…appetizing?

A Case of Survival
Magan O’Connell recalls a terrifying incident from the early 1980s when she was a student at Fairfield, Connecticut's Notre Dame High School.

After a Friday night football game Megan and some of her friends piled into Debbie's baby blue Granada. It was a chilly evening, but they were out for a good time. Deciding a few more chills would only enhance the occasion, they headed over to Trumbrull's creepy Velvet Street, known locally as “Dracula Drive.” This is the area where the Melonheads where known to lurk.

With music blaring the girls turned onto a narrow dirt path. When they could drive no farther they parked and switched off the engine, music, and lights. Then, in the quiet darkness, Megan led Sue, Kim, Deb, Jen and Karen into the woods looking for Melonheads.

A full moon lit their way as they giggled, whispered, and jumped at the occasional snapping branch or hooting owl. Somewhere around here, they knew, was a house in which a group of Melonheads was thought to live. Several girls tried to stifle cries when they heard a loud mechanical roar behind them.

Deb's car was starting up!

The horn blared, headlights flashed from high to low and back as the engine growled. The vehicle bore down on them like a roaring monster. It swerved from side to side, spitting dirt, as the girls scrambled out of its way.

Safely cowering behind rocks and trees, the six watched in horror as the car rumbled past. Inside, they could plainly see a cluster of the big-headed beings they heretofore had truly believed to be legendary. But it was no legend that howled and screamed from the car's interior as it sped away.

Abandoned in the shadow-crowded woodland, the girls ran breathlessly along the
deserted road until they reached the highway. From there they commenced the long walk home.

To this day, on the backroads and quiet streets of rural Connecticut, a group of mobile Melonheads is occasionally spotted. Their vehicle is much the worse for wear, but anyone with an eye for classic cars can recognize it as a bumped and battered baby blue Granada.

Melonheads in the Woods of Seymour, Oxford and Southbury
In the area around Seymour, Oxford and Southbury, whenever I'd head down some
dark, dead-end road, someone would inevitably talk about the Melonheads. They would say it was a family of retarded people who lived in a building far off from the rest of town. All the inbreeding over the years had caused the family to become hideous (an obvious family trait being the giant heads) and dangerous.

Of course, I never saw any of these Melonheads and have always figured it was an urban legend peculiar to our area. –Brian Overton

The Melonheads Escapees from the Asylum
Supposedly in Southbury, CT, the legendary home of the Southbury Training School (a home for the mentally challenged), there are Melonheads roaming the woods and back roads. They are supposedly escaped mental patients and have gotten their seriously bulbous heads from years of inbreeding in the woods of Southbury.

It's very interesting because a few years ago, I heard a variation that the famous Melon-heads are actually from the woods and back roads surrounding the Fairfield Hills institution in Newtown, CT. Though I've never heard that they ever hurt anyone, the warning was always to stay out of the woods and off the back roads late at night lest you run into a Melonhead. –Millie

Melonheads Still Live on Dracula Drive
We here in Trumbull, Connecticut have our own Melonheads who lived on Dracula
Drive! As an adult I was told Dracula Drive really existed and was called Velvet Lane. I pretty much forgot about all this until I got lost tag-saling and ended up on Velvet Lane and realized just why this awful place had inspired the legend. I promised myself I would never go back there. –Georjean M. Fraina

My Dad's Seen Melonheads
My father believes in Melonheads. When he was a teenager, he and his friends
would go to Velvet Street in Fairfield County, Connecticut. People would say
Melonheads lived in those very woods. One night my dad and his friends were
driving on Velvet Street in search of Melon Heads. For a joke, his friends pushed my dad out of the car and drove off. My dad was running like mad to get out of there. His friends came back and picked him up. Later that month, my dad and one of his friends were walking to a store and they saw a mother and a baby in a car in the parking lot. The baby had a huge head as big as a garbage can lid. That was the first Melonhead my dad had ever seen, which is why he believes in Melonheads. –Shannon Noonan
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Date:October 20th, 2005 05:53 pm (UTC)
Being a native Jersey girl, the Jackson White reference cracks me up.

However, there's no Fairfax County in CT ...
Date:October 20th, 2005 05:59 pm (UTC)
..hm.. everywhere else he calls it 'fairfield'. Write to WierdUS and tell them, maybe they'll send you a free book (I just cut and paste right out of the email).

There were Jackons Whites in Rockland and Putnam county too... creepy.
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Date:October 20th, 2005 05:54 pm (UTC)
...Fairfax county?
Date:October 20th, 2005 06:00 pm (UTC)
it was a cut and paste out of the email.. he gets it right every where else in the text.

THAT was the only thing that made you say WHAT? I thought the bit about the melon headed people was a little more alarming than getting the name of the county wrong...!
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Date:October 20th, 2005 06:11 pm (UTC)
A sequel to the Blair Witch Project, perhaps?
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Date:October 20th, 2005 06:11 pm (UTC)
I'm smellin' Suburban Legend...
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Date:October 20th, 2005 06:38 pm (UTC)
yeah smells like that X-Files halloween special
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Date:October 20th, 2005 06:45 pm (UTC)
I've always heard about a colony of these people in New Britain somewhere up the road from where the new DMV is. o.O
Date:October 20th, 2005 06:58 pm (UTC)
I was told they were little people that throw rocks at your car if you drive up there. I actually did drive up that road with a friend because she didn't have a spot to turn around when we passed DMV.
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Date:October 20th, 2005 07:44 pm (UTC)
I'm orignally from Trumbull, I grew up there. So I know all about the Melonheads, never saw them but in High School my friends and I used to drive around the area they were said to be in during the middle of the night and try to spot them. We never saw them though.
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Date:October 21st, 2005 12:53 am (UTC)
thats funny cause my roomate just got the book weird new england for her birthday..i was reading yesterday about the melonheads...and im loving this book
Date:November 22nd, 2005 09:20 pm (UTC)

Dracula Drive/Velvet Drive on Trumbull-Easton border

I grew up in Trumbull and we always drove down that road "Velvet drive" it use to be a dirt road. When i was a senior at THS we took girls down there and shut off our lights to get the girls to scream. I remember seeing one home on this dirt road up on a hill and they would have two large torches burning all night long, that was freaky! That was going back 13 years ago, but now i have a close friend that lives in the affluent town of Easton, CT and to get there from Trumbull I can take Velvet drive as a shortcut (only in the daytime!) and most of the road has been paved, except for parts of the preserved marshland of Easton is still a dirt road. ... Oh and the freaky house still stands there on Dracula Drive!
Date:December 6th, 2005 11:41 pm (UTC)

Dracula Drive/ Velvet Drive

I use to go there almost 27 years ago when I was a teenager. I too remember that house. It had very dark windows, and creepy. I too remember one night there was a dark shadow walking around the house but we did not stick around to see it any more we left. Now that I am older I might plan a trip down there but this time I will bring my camera both digital, and 35mm. My video camera as well as my tape player.. It would be interesting to see what I can come up with. I have a picture that my son took once on a paranormal investigation that is now published in a book as well as a EVP listed on a few paranormal web sites I belong too... So seeing this post bought back memories and the urge to go there LOL.. If I do get a chance to go then I will post what I find!
Date:February 20th, 2009 07:11 am (UTC)

velvet road

i've been on velvet road lol
its not scary at all its actually really lame
my friends and i drove thirty minutes out of our way to find it and it was the biggest let down like seriously
there all these houses on it..... like come on. laaaame
Date:October 5th, 2010 01:15 pm (UTC)
i live in seymour ct and if your were to drive to the new oxford highschool up rt 188 from seymour just before the main entreance you will see a metal gate leading to a dirt road. If you jump and or open the gate after about a mile into the woods you will come to a small feild on either side of the road just past that you will find a few old broken down shacks with a small population of melon heads. It honestly looks like something out of the movie wrong turn and the people resemble those in the movie. I would be very careful though and bring some kind of protection seen how me and my friends were seen and had to hide in the woods for a couple of hours intill they stopped looking for us. If you think this is a lie or a made up story feel free to check it out yourself just be careful.